Things The Lady Cannot Say To Her Suitor(s), Vol 1.

What perfection need I
aspire to learn
when I turn
the setting up to eleven
and sit back to listen
to what everyone else is saying
(that’s not what they said at all)
can you feel it (can you feel that?)
did you even know
you’re supposed to learn
all the rules
before you break them
all the badges of honor
you had to memorize
all the holy sacred things
the texts you took
and take
to heart — why am I the only one
who can translate any of this
into someone made flesh,
and what does it mean
if I tell you I can’t
(or god forbid,
I don’t want to?)
how about
we simply leave it at this:
if you (had)
ever loved me,
you’d (have) kill(ed) yourself
(by now)
and set me free.